As A Black Pro-Life Conservative, I’m an Uncle Tom for Life

History has a way of illuminating basic truths. To a certain degree, we can look at documented events and understand how we’ve arrived at our present. This is why history, for many political pundits, must be controlled and revised.There’s a potency in that, often, easily discoverable truth, that unmasks liberals and exposes a past they so desperately want to hide. What better way to keep people in captivity than to convince them to stay on the plantation?

There is a well-understood behavioral protocol in the black community where groupthink assures you inclusion. If one dares to veer off the ideological plantation, retribution is harsh. The masters, both black and white, won’t allow the superficial cohesion to come undone. Despite all of the evidence that decades of liberal social policies have wreaked havoc on families in every inner-city in America, the inevitable demonization for those who challenge the status quo is enough to silence most dissenters.

I’ve never been good at being quiet.

Socially, the majority of black Americans are conservative on major issues, especially abortion. Yet these core beliefs are not reflected in the political actions of the black community. What explains this dissonance? Fear of defying the established, yet immensely flawed, precepts of liberalism keep too many from escaping to the north. Pundits, like media agitators Lawrence O’Donnell, Roland Martin, Tavis Smiley, Janeane Garofolo, and Keith Olbermann, make sure the fugitives are kept in check.

I can’t count how many times I’ve been branded an Uncle Tom, in a derogatory way. As with most things, historically, liberals have managed to distort even this epic novel that helped expose the horrors of slavery to a nation slow to embrace abolition. For liberals, and other uninformed followers, the main character’s name is a pejorative they wield with malice.

Apparently, they’ve never read Uncle Tom’s Cabin.

Uncle Tom’s selflessness, Christian faith, and his death at the hands of his slave master served as a catalyst to set others free. Our culture of abortion, and the bondage it has created, is crying out for heroes like Uncle Tom. We need more that will bravely stand up to an unjust system that denies the humanity of God’s creation.

Call me an Uncle Tom. I’ll take the beatings in the media, on the web, and even in person. There is an injustice that is higher than I that compels me to plead for others to leave the plantation. There is a freedom waiting for so many that is worth the sacrifice. Out of love, I (and many others like me) will endure the attacks to see shackles fall.